(For @ladiesofhell from x)
The sound of bleating drew Alastor’s attention at once, and he skidded over to greet Razzle, his smile growing less buoyant at the realisation that the little goat was quite distressed. “Oh dear... Is something - no, clearly something’s the matter, otherwise you’d not be so urgently bleating...”
He knew what creature lived in that office, but it seemed that Charlie was in there too - and if Razzle was this agitated, she needed help. Drawing in a slow, deep breath, he opened the door to peer inside, reminding himself that Rainbow was old and slow. “Charlie..?”















